For the One Who Couldn’t See Me

The Entry He’ll Never Like—But Always Remember.

There was a time you tasted my fire

and still thought you could forget me.

You held a goddess between your fingers

and still chose the illusion of filtered skin

and gym-built bones

over the storm that could have crowned you.

You called my rage unattractive.

You said I was too much.

Too loud. Too sharp. Too sacred.

But you only feared me

because I mirrored back everything you tried to hide.

My thighs, my scars, my hunger—

they made you feel your own smallness.

And still, I would’ve loved you

in a temple of shadows,

with every truth exposed.

But now I dance without apology.

And you scroll with silence,

longing for the body

you were never worthy to touch.

I don’t need your likes.

I summon regret like perfume.

And when I rise—

you’ll ache for the version of me

that once wanted you.

But I don’t want you anymore.

I want worship.

But now I dance without apology.

And you scroll with silence,

starving for what your pride exiled.

You thought I’d fade.

But darling—

I don’t dim.

I detonate.

You’ll ache in quiet corners,

staring at bodies that pose but don’t burn.

While I—

I become legend.

Unbothered. Unreachable.

Untouched by your shallow hunger.

I was never here to be liked.

I was here to be revered.

And now,

you are the one unseen.

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